[Aye let’s go let’s go
[Yeah grrrrrrrr
See none of my guys ever gotta ask will I get active
I pop out in public and cause me a scene
Stand on my money I’m tall as Yao Ming
And I keep me a rocket I feel like Hakeem
Fresh to the death I be putting sh#t on
Feeling icy as f#ck like my name Mr. Clean
Shaking that #ss got it feel like a dream
Then she told me buy her cart on SHEIN
It might seem real nice but it ain’t what it seems
I came up from nothing, was struggling
Daddy ain’t there, so I’m figuring sh#t out on a beat
Ain’t mad about sh#t I got all that I need
I need to be lonely, start smoking this green
Exotic my pack I done turned to a fiend
I’m always gone ball it won’t be for the team
Retired that sh#t, I ain’t shooting no threes
These opp n#gg#s capping they ain’t really like that
Beat his #ss just to see if he fight back
I’m smoking gas and you know this the good pack
Bust down the Ps and put him in a book bag
He ain’t gangsta he was raised by a good dad
With that switch I spank him I don’t got time for talk back
Making plays on my celly you know I can’t call back
And she a lil groupie, so imma just fall back
They say that it’s time to go spin
So we just gone load up the Glocks and get deep in the Benz
Got the hood on my back like the fish with some fins
And I’m pimping these hoes so don’t call on yo friends
Cus she was just getting the dick
Man these hoes be grimy as f#ck sucking dick with the spit
Like Roddy I’m tryna get Ricch
Aye like the – he finna get flipped, okay
n#gg# say that they hot as me stop it
Swang the stick in the crowd imma pop it
Catch a opp then you know Imma drop em
I put this sh#t on, know I’m fly as a cockpit
It’s one in the head so no I ain’t cocky
Yeah it’s røckøut I get hot as a mf pocket
The opp n#gg#s capping they – stop it
The opp n#gg#s capping if they didn’t would’ve caught me
Must’ve thought I was done, on that b#tch once again
Grimy lil hoe love the way that she bend
Drop to them knees I don’t play no pretend
Yeah I’m really gone ball I don’t care if you kin
The blood in my veins, finna hop on a diss track
Needa know that you won’t get yo sh#t back
Shaking #ss at the ride, get yo wig snatched
Popping out on a b#tch and that’s big facts
But I love the lil hoe cus the way that she slop me
Look at the plays b#tch I really been popping
Put me on speakers the whole city knocking
It’s me and liil ‘ rockout we got this b#tch rocking
But I feel like LeBron, b#tch I feel like the king
I got a few options so who is the queen
Been ducking the action just follow the lead
Send bro on a blitz cus he know what we need
Aye send bro on a blitz cus he know what we need
f#ck it we just tryna get all the P
Ain’t nobody really react in this b#tch
When we getting our sh#t we just up it and leaving
But if this sh#t go left then we upping and squeezing
Real FACESHOTGANG we ain’t bobbing or weaving
I’m a fiend for codeine I be whining and wheezing
Caught that boy #ss in person he begging and pleading
Won’t nobody save him, it’s Jesus he needing
I’m really a nighthawk, be stalking and creeping
I caught his lil #ss now the p#ss# boy leaking
Them drugs on my #ss, now I feel like I’m tweaking
They say you a b#tch at least that’s what I heard
Can’t say that bout me b#tch that would be absurd
Ain’t nothing to get him b#tch just say the word
If they don’t know now, bet they #ss gonna learn
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